lol It's super late and I haven't leaft my room all day, so heres a stupid hetalia fic
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How long has it been since, I've taken a shower? I try and remember, but since I get a 4 day weekend and I haven't moved other than to eat, I couldn't tell the difference.
"That's disgusting. You should be taking a shower everyday." England would tell me.
"Shut up, dad. I watched this You Tube video that says that it's unhealthy to take a shower everyday." I say to the imaginary England in my head.
"Well, feel like I could produce enough oil for a car so I might as well do it now" I close my laptop and set to the side "Sorry, Beyonce conspiracy theories. You're just going to have to wait"
I turn on the water to heat up, take off my clothes then put them on the floor like everything else, put my glasses on my desk, and hop in. Now, I think it's just on me that has this but, when I step into a shower, it's like a portal in my brain that opens up to all the weird things that are in there.
I stand there in the running water only listening to the thoughts that enter and exit my mind...
"It'd be really fucked up if humans had other limbs or body parts attacked to them because they wouldn't look as bird wings, as we imagine angles as they would be human wings. And if we where to have feathers like birds, we would no longer be classified as mammals. However, if we were to have wings like a bat's, the only flying mammal, then there would be fur on them. Given that humans hate hair any where else but their head, eyebrows, and eyelashes how would society view the fur on our winged bodies? We wouldn't go the scientific route because we hate it when a people has hair on their parts, even though they protect against infection. So would this lead to self hatred because there isn't a set in stone definition of perfect wings? " Then another thought sweeps in "I wish I would have wings, not deal with what I'm classified as, or how people would like them. Just, fly and, like, go to the grocery store and not sit in traffic, and be free."
A my skin burns in two spots in equal parts on my back. I turn to wash off what's biting my back, because I haven't gotten any soap on me yet. My nerves demand that there's pain.
I grab the wash cloth, put soap on it, and try and wash the pain ton my left side with my right had. It does nothing, other than help me realize that the pain is coming from inside my skin and not on the skin it's self.
I sit on my knees, and try to wash with the water and soap on my right side with my left hand. The pain increases on both sides, and I feel there is a large, growing bump were the pain is.
I get on my hands and knees, and prepare for pain that I know will be coming. What ever it is, it tries to brake trough my skin as if it's mole coming up to the surface.
I yell in agony, as the monster tares open my back, and blood runs with the water down the drain.
I scream higher in pitch when I could feel the wholes in my grow when a thicker piece of them tries to reaches out. I see more red than clear, and it hurts more than it did before.
The growing stops. The blood doesn't, nor does the pain, nor does the water. But it is for certain, the growing has stopped. I feel the roof of the bathroom with my back.
I haven't grown? So my size hasn't changed? What part of my body could be touching the ceiling? I don't dare look, in fear of the pain that I just went though. So the only thing I do is look up. A brown, long, and wet feather fall on to my forehead to soon fall off.
Out of all the birthday candles, shooting stars, and dandelions, It had to be this one that came true.
